Hunting Season

A mark in the mind
A bar on the wrist
Hollowing echoes
That never desist
Dreams drown in shadows
And numbness is kind
Empty hand on fist
All seeing is blind

Poetry by Chaucer Whethers The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2021-08-15 at 16:00

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I love poems that challenge me to ponder their intent and their meaning. Iíll gladly read this again and absorb it. Well written also.


by Chaucer Whethers